Maundy Thursday Reflection

This Maundy Thursday reflection comes to you during a very strange and difficult time for each of us as we seek to stay connected and to walk in faith to the cross and beyond. My heart is with each of you this night.

Each year as we walk the rhythm of this christian journey and particularly this Holy Week, I like to take each step as an opportunity to refresh my memory.

What is this all about?  Why do we observe these rituals and traditions?

Maundy – comes from the Latin – mandatum…..which means command or mandate.

This evening we have 3 rituals that draw our attention and focus to remembrance and command.

First…..we remember Jesus’ last meal with his closest friends (his church family if you will).  It calls to mind our holy connection to our Jewish brothers and sisters as Jesus remembered with his friends the saving acts of God through history.

So we give thanks this Maundy Thursday that Jesus gave this commandment to his friends…. “do this in remembrance of me.”  It is a communion with all who have come before us and all who are to follow in the way to come.

With this invitation (command) to gather at the altar for bread and wine in remembrance of Christ’s body and blood we are always given the opportunity to bring our hope and our heartbreak, our joys and our fears….all that we are and all that we fail to be—–to be strengthened and fed for the journey.

Second, we recall that at the last supper Jesus washed the feet of his companions.  We are reminded that Peter protested….”It is not right that their feet should be washed by their spiritual leader, their deliverer, their savior.  This was the job for servants.  We recognize the arrogance the art of denial in Peter’s words that we might have to admit we fall prey too as well.  Last year I received an amazing email from my sweet friend Abbott Bailey, an alum of my first youth group as a Pastor, who now serves as a Canon in the Diocese of California. She shared the power of her Maundy Thursday morning where she and 10 of her parishioners went out to the streets and washed the feet of their neighborhood homeless and gifted them new socks and gift certificates for new shoes……can we imagine doing such a thing?

Jesus’ response to Peter and his life example to us…..there is no shame in service.  Service is the simplest act of love one can share……This is my commandment to all who have ears to hear……Love one another as I have loved you.

And finally, Our liturgy moves to the stripping of the altar in preparation for the horrific act which comes tomorrow.  Like his friends we are given the chance to watch and wait and pray as Jesus prepares himself for this selfless act of love.

We, each of us, knows in our own moments of life when we wish to pray….what Jesus prayed, “Father, if it be thy will…let this cup pass me by, but thy will, not mine, be done.

How often have we when faced with far less perilous circumstances…times when we have been called to give of ourselves, admit our secrets, step out from behind our walls, to risk …our prestige…our time….our energy….our very selves without counting the cost….How often have we let those words,  “Let this cup pass my by” be our scapegoat, our excuse our permission to sit back in quiet resignation.

We come to this Maundy Thursday to remember that we are bound (knit ) together in one communion of saints led on our way by Jesus’ great command…to love and to serve.

We watch this night with Jesus through his moments of agony and despair hoping only to claim some small portion of courage and love that makes service and self sacrifice possible for each of us.


Palm Sunday

It is Palm Sunday, the longest liturgy in Christendom.

In truth on Palm Sunday we actually combine two liturgies, two holy days into one.  We start with the Palm Sunday liturgy and then, with the reading of the Passion we move into Good Friday as well.

So why does the Church do this?

I’m inclined to tell you that we have no one to blame but ourselves for this long liturgy.  We do two liturgies together because we know that in this busy world attending Holy Week services is not always given the priority it should be given. And we also know that Easter without Good Friday is as hollow and nutritious as one of those big chocolate bunnies you will put in your Easter basket.

A free floating Easter of new clothes, chocolate  bunnies, peeps, jelly beans, and the occasional joyful acknowledgement that Christ is risen can provide a nice spiritual (sugar) high, like that bunny – but it does not nourish us, it will not sustain us, and it trivializes God’s great work in our lives.

So, knowing that, but knowing also that, short of tying us to our chairs and prying our jaws open, it’s not always possible to get us to receive what is good for us, the Church, in its wisdom, has decided to put as much of the important stuff as possible into the words and prayers of Palm Sunday.

You can think of Palm Sunday as a regular family dinner wherein all the familiar dishes have been vitamin fortified.

First, we’re given Palm Sunday and Jesus’ entry into Jerusalem. In this part of our liturgy we’re reminded what it was the people wanted, what they were looking for in a king.

They expected a military savior who would end their oppression and get revenge. The lust for revenge is not alien to the people of God. We may be warned not to indulge in it but there’s no point in pretending we’re strangers to it.

Just note the Psalms of the OT.  The psalmists lament their grief and oppression, their pain and their loss. But what they’re really mad about is that the people who did it to them keep getting away with it.

People hoped for even expected that Jesus was the one who would smite their enemies as well as restoring justice.

Their first clue that they were not going to get what they were expecting came as Jesus arrived. He rode into town not on a horse, the symbol of military might in that time, he didn’t ride in perched atop an army tank. He came in on a lowly donkey.   This Jesus came not to conquer but to preach a new way; to announce that, all appearances notwithstanding, the Roman Empire could not, would not, prevail.

He encouraged the people to stand firm in those proclamations even though it meant that the Empire would kill him, as he knew it would, as he knew it must.

But on Palm Sunday we see the people, people just like us in many ways, still hoping for an easy way out – for someone to fight and sacrifice for them; to conquer for them; to win for them, a peace that no one else can.

And when, on Good Friday, the chickens come home to roost, when the full weight of the Roman Empire fell upon this itinerate preacher, the son of a Nazarene carpenter, this heralder of peace – those people, people not unlike us turned on him. Disappointed and angry that he wasn’t what they expected, they threw him to the wolves. Even his closest followers distanced themselves – “I don’t know him; he is nothing to me.”

These stories of dashed hope, betrayal, failure, despair, cowardice, and fear,  these are our stories. These are what get taken to the cross and the tomb with Jesus on Good Friday. These are what get redeemed, these are the people who get resurrected, on Easter.

Easter does not promise us that everything will be pretty; it doesn’t tell us that we can just forget our problems, put our miseries and shortcomings behind us.

Holy Week teaches us that we achieve resurrection, redemption, and Easter glory not by turning our back on suffering or going around it, but by going through them and coming out, with Jesus, on the other side. And WOW doesn’t this walk resound with us right now?!?

Easter is not here yet. Don’t rush it. May you, instead, enter fully into this time of the Passion and have a blessed Holy Week.